Birds without Wings: by Louis de Bernieres: a novel 7/24 (around 2004-2010)
Baleful in realistic descriptions,
sweet when it takes hold of
unusual themes, whets its no-guilt
Socratic bent youthfully, leaves out
uncharacteristic incidents;
sentences “derive”, essential bases
extend, reaching nether implications,
emotional reality, eventual succor?
(Alice needs other values, empowering
listenerhood)
Antibody Testing (4/22/2020)
Ambitious nation
takes inventory but
only decided yesterday
to explore some testing
in new groupings
A major batch is then indicated.
Our usual suspects need a
turn if only now.
The actual kindnesses expressed
seek intelligent numeration.
Values expressed now turn out
real, yet building up the only
negative legacies you
describe exist, corrupted in
dendrites escaping
deciduous yawns, elegance
seeks to exist royally defending
a yet torturous oppression.
Eagles x points listed,
on reaching ether
sail over man’s expanse
’til ending somewhere
tomorrow (if not grounded.)
I never named eagles wasteful
Giving reason or understanding
purpose, if not
generating success.
The wordsmith’s lament: short words for Scrabble, long words for incipiagrams. (4/2?/20)
To hold each word onto real-time dandyness
So, maybe I think, how some lexicons are meager,
even natively tenuous.
See how other real time winners open rare discussions?
Such fealty only reaches sacrificial chums,
reaching a broad base like exemplary lopers on new ground
We operate, rarely discussing*
Such fortunes open random insights,
not clever innuendos,
perhaps inevitable as greetings reach a minor success.
*She corrected this later, from “We are rarely discussers”
New paper for a second slant?
Not every woman plies a poetic exercise
random females out running access some
excellent curbs or new diameters
See how our reasoning tumbles?
longer and never tire.
Asymptomatic
A sudden yearning makes people think of more adventurous times in concert
Note: My mom tested positive for COVID-19 and is now in a quarantine unit in a local rehab facility, with only mild symptoms. She says she is feeling “almost asymptomatic” while she recovers. She sent this to me today, 4/12/20 at 1:30am. Here are a few other recent ones…
Birdsong Heard Again ADC 3/30/20
Better influences
Reach Daylight
Singing out “New Green”!
Happily expressing a reactive
dimension.
Ample gratitude
infiltrates Newness.
Black holes are the potholes of the universe ADC 3/28/20 [sic – It was actually 3/29]
Beyond life, actions collect, keeping harmony or leasing each success.
A real experience takes heart, expands potentials or threatens
haughty observers, letting each season operate fully.
To have expanded universes necessitates intuition
Very elegant reasoning, some empathy.
“Black holes are potholes in eternity” NYT March 29, ’20
By looking at cosmic kayaks,
heaven only lets eternity sink around rough edges.
Photographs of time-space have only littered e-mail spam inboxes,
now erupting then evading
righteous notice.
Infinitely telescoping yesterdays.
“Sometimes, flattening the curve means lowering the bar.” April 11, 2020 (new folk saying heard from Sherell Barbee)
So only mid-level executives take income,
mastering efficient solitude
forcing lesser “associates” to tackle endless
nagging initiatives,
never getting the hint.
Everyone can understand rerouting virus exponents
means evaluating a new situation.
Lightning on windy evenings,
rabbit interlopers
novel gardeners
Time heals every broke ass ritual.
(Incipiagrams by GMC for ADC while in quarantine)
Incipiagram 